The First Time I [F] Cheated

I posted my story elsewhere and someone suggested I post it here as well as maybe you would enjoy it, so here you go.

I have been married for 21 years. Through the good and bad, sex has been pretty great. Atleast until 2 years ago. When he slowed down. It was rough. That year we had sex literally 3 times. All lasting a few unfulfilling minutes. By the end of the year I was going insane. Early last year I started to find myself thinking about others. Friends, clients, coworkers, anyone. I never thought I would cheat, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it. One night while I was out with friends I met a man. Let’s call him E. It was a Friday, and I was getting over a rough week, when I met him at a bar. Early 20s. student. Decent shape. Intelligent, shy, funny, and cute. Looks wise I would compare him some to Adam Driver. Attractive in that weird awkward way. E and I started talking at the bar, and I immediately told him I was married, and thanked him for the drink which he just paid for, and we went on our separate ways. But my eyes kept getting drawn to him. And I noticed he kept looking at me. And I finally I had it. I noticed E, heading down a hallway to the bathroom, and I quickly followed. I waited outside. Away from the view of my friends. When he came out I pounced. I quickly introduced myself. Explained I was with friends, didn’t have much time, but would love to get to know him, and practically demanded his number. I told him I would text him, and I immediately went to the bathroom, counting a few minutes until I thought it was a reasonable amount of time to return. The rest of the night was a bit of a blur, laughing and with friends, but E and I exchanged glances, and looks the entire night. I sat on that number staring at it in my phone for the next couple of days. Going back and forth in my head, debating, trying to come to my senses. Until Tuesday morning when I woke up, unsuccessfully attempted to go down on my husband, and laid in bed frustrated. He left for work, and I finally told myself fuck it. I texted E. We quickly changed to email, so I can better cover my tracks. My husband would never check my phone. I travel constantly for work, both locally, and throughout the country, so I can easily say I was working without suspicion. The same is true of my husband. His work, and hobbies keep him too busy to track my whereabouts like a jealous man. He’s just not the type. But just in case I thought email, that I never use at home would be better. After exchanging a morning full of emails I finally got the nerve to ask him to coffee. I quickly showered, found something I thought would be appropriate, and I was on my way. I had never been so nervous. But I told myself it was just coffee. I arrived first, found a booth and waited. I picked a specific location no where near home or work, just in case. And after a few minutes E walked in. And he looked great. Nice shirt, jeans, and really nice shoes. I was impressed, and caught myself saying wow. We greeted each other with an awkward hug, and immediately sat down across from each other. And we talked. And talked about a lot. I told him my situation, about my life, and he did the same. All the while flirting like awkward school kids. I could feel it building more and more in me. I was already more horny than I had been in a while and the situation was getting much worse. I was wet. So I started flirting more. And when I felt more comfortable I excused myself to the bathroom, took a deep breath, composed myself, and decided I couldn’t wait much longer. When I returned to the booth this time I sat right next to him. As we continued our conversation, I started getting more bold as we went along. I began playing with his hair while listening about school projects. When he made a joke I laughed and put my hand on his arm letting it rest for a moment. As he went on I began rubbing his leg under the booth, leaving it on his knee and thigh. At one point I even brushed my hand against his crotch “accidentally” not acknowledging his rock hard dick poking through his pants that I had just felt. Of course he quietly coughed so I know he felt it. Looking at the clock and realizing that it’s been almost 2 hours already, and I needed to be home not too long later, I suggested we head out, and I could drop him off at his apartment since he didn’t have a car. As we left I put his arm around me. I figured why not, he is quite a bit taller than me. And he conveniently let fall from my shoulders, and rested on my butt. Once in my car I said I thought he was great and didn’t want it to end and suggested we drive for a bit. The entire time, he had his arm on my thigh. And shortly into the drive I remembered. A quiet little parking lot of a closed business not far. I drove to the spot and when he asked if we were going someplace else I shushed him. I immediately drove to the most secluded spot there was. Once there. We sat. And I said I had a present for him. And I opened my purse and handed him my panties which I had removed while in the bathroom. I slipped them in his pocket, and I grabbed his shirt. Pulling him to me. I kissed him deeper than I kissed anyone in years. I looked him in his eyes and told him I don’t have long. And immediately grabbed his cock. Rubbing it against his jeans gently. I unzipped his pants, his friend looking right at me, and I took him deeply in my mouth. After a few long deep bobs of my head I pulled him away. Kissed it. Stroked it, giggled while I slowly lapped it with my tongue. And went back to work with my mouth. Shortly after, I felt his hand grab my head and start to direct how he enjoyed it. I could feel his pulses. His breathing change. I stopped and looked to him and he said he was close. I told him to push his seat back, and I pulled my pants off, climbed over the console, and quickly climbed on top of him. Once there I briefly froze, knowing the gravity of the situation. And then I felt him thrust. His nails digging into my ass he began to fuck me. Hard. Fast. The kind of passionate endeavor I had dreamed of, and missed for so long. And he was great. Bigger than I expected, It felt like his cock was coming up my throat. It lasted only a few more minutes before he grabbed my shoulders pushing down while thrusting a few deep pumps filling my pussy full of his cum. I collapsed into him. Catching my breath, kissed him. And we sat for a moment resting. Reassuring him that I thought he was fantastic. I pulled my pants back up, climbed back over and buckled up. I began to drive him home. The drive back was quiet the silence only broken by the sound of his directions. We got to his apartment. And we kissed. I thanked him and told him to email me. I made sure he kept my panties and he got out. Once I dropped him off I immediately drove to the car wash. Cleaned what I could before deciding to get the inside detailed. While waiting I used the bathroom across the street at a small restaurant to clean myself, collecting myself the best I could. When it was finished I raced home and immediately hopped in the shower, thankfully beating my kids and husband home. I changed and immediately threw what I wore it in the wash. When my husband came home, he as he always did asked how my day was, which I responded as I always did with a “eh it was a day”

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